Only If Nothing
How arrogant it is,
to force onto Happiness, a condition. To live enslaved to “Only If,” and to demand that Happiness don the shackles as well. To haughtily expect Joy to march behind us down sunken trails and shadowed streets. And then, upon discovering that we are alone, bathing in the fleeting comfort of rationalization, bandaging our discordance with half-truths and gray areas. For too long, we’ve taken sad paths to reach happy destinations.
We have lived the life of “Only If.” But I am done, and I am hopeful.
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